In the evening, when he groans with me, he chirps in harmony with me, so that he trembles, the body of the moon sings in such a way that it burns, what force boils in it, except for love , blessed is love, blessed is love, and blessed is love, and blessed is love, and blessed is the love that takes my being, all my passion, all my passion, I am not aware of my name, nor am I free from the shame of this existence, I am separated from the light wings of the world, I am separated from you and that call. And my nightly commotion and nightlife with the night.
